Текст песни - - prosto slova

New lines with an old motive
and again the words ahead of my thoughts
that you are right, they no longer make sense
time has changed and not come back.
Back to dreams and joy over little things
they swore to be together until old age
apparently a little was missing us.
And all this is like a dream
I wrote all this before
to see her, I “allegedly” wrote ...
It's the same when sad toward the sky
But this summer was covered with clouds, not letting in the light.
It’s all just that, it’s all just words
there is no feeling in them, only giving vent to emotions.
If I came back, I wouldn’t write to you,
you know you're so good, being with you is a slow poison.
Maybe they would become an exemplary family,
a wonderful wife and a good father,
There would be children and we are happiest on the planet.
There’s no more reason to write about it,
I'm used to writing wash
It would be so with memory, I would stop suffering in verses.